[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, uh-huh, ya'll used to love I remember when ya'll used to f**ing Be the first n***as online, man, cop them tickets, man See k**army perform live, do our muthaf**ing thing Ya'll use to throw them grenades up real high too, man Ya'll used to love me Make 'em love me again, yeah I'mma make you love me again, yo [Chorus: Dom Pachino] They used to love me when I first started, I was crazy retarded Super dope, the bomb, the best b**hes used to tattoo my name on they breasts n***as used to rock T-shirts, with my logo on 'em Wrinkle and all, through the summer, spring, winter and fall Used to pack our in-stores in the mall Thirty b**hes near the tour bus, waiting for the don Another thirty backstage, right before I got on [Interlude: Dom Pachino] I still love ya'll though For ya'll know not what ya'll do This wack a** sh** nowadays [Dom Pachino] You was my biggest man, like Eminem Stan Had all twelve of my CD's stacked in your hand Waiting patient near the backdoor to catch me and get an autograph Tapped your cuz on the shoulder, bragged to him bout the flows I had How I went twice on The Shootout, and shined on my whole team Told him your friends used to argue who's better, k**a Sin or Dom P You said, honestly, you was voting for me But I love k**a Sin sh**, personally k**army's better than Wu-Tang, to me Even though I know that ya'll a branch off the family tree That's your opinion, and you're entitled to that But I told them that Wu-Tang is one of the reasons why I started to rap I made hits with Masta k**a, U-God, RZA and Meth Shoutout to the Inspectah, GZA, Dirt Dog, Ghost and the Chef Three tours with the Clan, in the carivan, the Winnebago
Starting copping j**els from ice cube to refrigerator [Chorus] [Interlude: Dom Pachino] Looking all fine and crispy and sh** I still am [Dom Pachino] I remember being on Rap City with Joe Clair and bowling with Big Tigger Can't forget about The Box, cuz Ralphi boy's my n***a Whipped the whole game up when we drop our first single Wu-Renegades sold another grand, but was an underground jingle Kept it hood in the V, five deep in the dollar van When we dropped Silent Weapons, first week 38,000 scanned Cracked the Billboard Top 10, became a household name But with the name come the money, and money come the fame The root of evil's in the mix, and n***as start to change And lose sight, of the picture, from outside the frame No more k**army? That's a God damn shame If I told the fans the real season, the'll think the sh** is mad lame If we dropped another album, it just wouldn't be the same If my heart ain't in it, then why would I do it? Hell yeah I love my n***as, but it ain't all fluid Some n***as deal with greed, others got too much dust in they weed Others don't want to be bothered, and that's word to my seed Others don't take the music that seriously Some are just trying to live and trying to eat See me, I be living off the sh** that I speak But I feels some n***as not respecting my G I kept the fans fed, but they in the forums talking sh** about me Those are fake fans, they don't know sh** about P I'm a beast that released 210 songs From '02 to '09, and that's all on Napalm Not including what I did with the Arm', let's see Most hooks, most tracks I was on, I'm a G [Outro: Dom Pachino] I still am, n***a Tera Iz Him